Correction Lyrics Anti-Social Gangsta (Numbers) by A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie

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[A Boogie Wit da Hoodie]
You mad nigga, your adrenaline rushin' it feel like a bus but I'm whippin' the Wraith
Got my head to the ceiling, want me in my feelings, only got me feelin' a way

I ain't sayin' I'm addicted, adderall prescripted, fuck it 'cause I don't feel the pain
That lil' nigga touch my chain, fuck it nigga, kill him, fuck it, they can't take me away

[Roddy Rich]
I got my dawgs in this bitch, I know they gon' shoot shit up
And my lil' brother turned to a drummer, walk in my side
Now he got the llama
I took the Maybach where the J's at
Tell my brothers ball a hunnid summers
All my niggas know, run up the numbers
Fuck it, run up the numbers, yeah

[A Boogie Wit da Hoodie & Roddy Ricch]
Run up the numbers

Okay see you don't want no thunder
The old Tracy McGrady the one
OKC, you don't want no thunder, yeah
Christian the sweater
Okay, Christian Dior the sweater
The double R came with the umbrella
When I put the hoodie on it get realer, yeah
Done put a hunnid thousand in my Prada jean
Got some lil' homies, got some Prodigy
And I spend 500 hunnid on Prada tee
Made it out the projects, poppin' overseas
Shawty gave me sloppy toppy on the sea
I made some cards play and cop the fleet
Gotta be a antisocial gangster 'cause the feds watchin' my tweets

[A Boogie Wit da Hoodie]
You mad nigga, your adrenaline rushin' it feel like a bus but I'm whippin' the Wraith

Got my head to the ceiling, want me in my feelings, only got me feelin' a way
I ain't sayin' I'm addicted, adderall prescripted, fuck it 'cause I don't feel the pain
That lil' nigga touch my chain, fuck it nigga, kill him, fuck it, they can't take me away

[Gunna ]
Fuck it I run up the numbers
Piped her like a plumber
It's all out of ???

[A Boogie Wit da Hoodie]
You mad nigga, your adrenaline rushin' it feel like a bus but I'm whippin' the Wraith
Got my head to the ceiling, want me in my feelings, only got me feelin' a way
I ain't sayin' I'm addicted, adderall prescripted, fuck it 'cause I don't feel the pain
That lil' nigga touch my chain, fuck it nigga, kill him, fuck it, they can't take me away

[Roddy Rich]
I got my dawgs in this bitch, I know they gon' shoot shit up

And my lil' brother turned to a drummer, walk in my side
Now he got the llama
I took the Maybach where the J's at
Tell my brothers ball a hunnid summers
All my niggas know, run up the numbers
Fuck it, run up the numbers, yeah

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